[h3] Dean and Anna [/h3]

Dean sighed, both from relief and annoyance at Anna’s words. The coldness she had shown off and on the day before seemed to be gone, and she seemed completely open to sticking around for at least a day or two. He still felt that he needed to talk to Sam about whatever had gone down between him and Anna to change her attitude. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to know. 

“Fair enough. I’ll take it. And I’ll take the better attitude.” Dean conceded. Anna nodded her head and stepped over to the table, carefully approaching Anya, to attempt to play nice. Dean watched her carefully, tilting his head to the side as she took a seat across from Anya. Turning his attention from the other two girls, he turned back to Lexi and smirked, “So, we’re letting everyone wake up, and get caffeinated, and I didn’t ask how your shower was.”

Dean gave an awkward but sweet smile, obviously worried that the hard conversations coming up were going to take things from tense to boiling over, within the bunker.

[h3] Anya and Cason [/h3]

Anya looked up from her phone, quick to make eye contact and then awkwardly shift her eyes away from Anna. She wasn’t sure if Anna would even want to talk to her, but Anna spoke first.

“So, how are you feeling? I know you took quite the hit out there. You stick around here and you’ll get used to that.” Anna spoke lightly, chuckling at the joke that she hoped would loosen Anya up. Anya rolled her eyes as she laughed at the joke and quickly began typing on her phone.

“I’m assuming you’ve broken a few bones over the years.” 

“Oh yeah. I’ve even died a couple of times.” Anna said casually, which caused Anya’s eyes to widen and then narrow, as if she had a million questions. Anna held up her hands, and she stopped the potential questions, “But those are stories and explanations for another time. I’m not sure Sam would want me airing all of the secrets just yet.”

Anya shrugged and bobbed her head back and forth, as if to say ‘fair enough’. 

Just as Anya thought of the next question to ask Anna, while she had her alone, Cason and Natalia appeared through the door way. The first thing Cason did was slap the table next to Anya, attempting to tease her and lighten what he was afraid was a sour mood. He had failed to protect her the night before and he still felt a small pain of guilt in the back of his head when he saw her.

“You look alive! And Anna is actually sitting with someone other than a book. Today already feels better!” Cason teased as he ruffled Anna’s hair and Anya rolled her eyes at him. Anya suddenly began to type, and then played a message that settled some of the burn in Cason’s brain.

“I’m not upset with you, if you want to stop acting weird, now. You couldn’t have known that the demon would go off script. You did what you could with the information we had…and I got lucky. So, all is good!” 

Cason sighed, turning to look at Anna with a look that said ‘she’s so much like you, it’s creepy’, to which Anna just shrugged and raised her eyebrows with a smirk that silently said ‘does that have to be a bad thing?’

Cason continued their silent conversation by tilting his head with a goofy smirk that said ‘a little awkward’ to which Anna simply shoved him away, waving her hand at him.

“Go cook your girlfriend some breakfast and stop harassing. Be useful but don’t touch the pot hanger…again.” Anna finally spoke out loud, waving Cason away again but reminding him of the last time he was in the bunker and was unaware that the pot hanger was iron. Cason mocked her, rolling his eyes and stepped back toward Natalia. As he stepped away, Anna could see the doorway and saw Sam approaching the kitchen. This was either going to be very awkward or a step forward. The latter, Anna couldn’t see happening until Sam had a conversation with Anya. Anna turned her eyes back down and scanned Anya’s face as the girl watched Dean and Lexi, completely innocent to the world around her…for the most part.